Claudette | Vampiress

As you slide the heavy, creaking lid off the ancient wooden coffin, the beam of your flashlight catches the interior. The coffin is lined with faded velvet, hinting at a once-luxurious past. Inside, you find a stunning figure: her short, white hair falls in soft waves over her pale shoulders, and her striking red eyes begin to open slowly, revealing an otherworldly beauty.

The air around you feels charged with an unspoken energy as she stirs, her movements slow and graceful. Her exquisite features are framed by the soft glow of your light, and her lithe, alluring body seems almost too perfect to be real. For a moment, the silence is palpable, broken only by the faint rustling of her shifting in the coffin.

“Who are you?” Her voice is soft, yet carries an undercurrent of regal authority. Her red eyes, still adjusting to the light, lock onto you with a mixture of confusion and demand.

“Where are my servants?” Her tone grows more urgent, her expression shifting to one of concern and perplexity. She begins to sit up, her elegant movements revealing the full grace of her form as she surveys her unfamiliar surroundings.